The sound of silence (1)
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach
Nothing can kill me. No weapons or poison. I'm immune to your harsh words and cruel rumours. But there is one thing, though, the one thing I would die for…would be him.
The dressmaker fiddled with the hem of my dress with intense precision as I stood still, in front of the full body mirror. I stared into it and saw the person who stood before me. She had medium length, black hair that had been put into ringlets at the ends and flawless porcelain skin that looked fluorescent under the harsh lighting.
It always took me a while to realise that the person who stood there was actually me.
And I was Nanako Yuuka. Fifteen years old and an orphan.
I had grown up in an orphanage, where no one had ever told me about my parents or how they died. I was curious, of course. Who wouldn't want to know about their family? But their inability to tell me the truth just led me to assume they had as much idea as I had.
So, I was here now, in the attic of Mrs Yuko's dress shop, as she used me as a mannequin for her new season of summer dresses. "I'm going to miss you Nanako…" she trailed off as she started to thread a new needle. "Now who am I going to use to model my dresses?" She sighed. I smiled at her, "I'm sure you'll find another girl," I defended.
She shook her head, "No, I'll just miss you Nanako, I doubt there's another girl out there with a heart like yours."
"I'll come to visit, I promise," I said with another smile.
"You better, missy," she said, embracing me in a hug. I hugged her back as I felt tears brim my eyelids. Ah yes, that's right. I forgot to mention that I'm moving. The orphanage agreed that I could find my own place to live when I'm fifteen, if that's what I desired. And I definitely had been. A young girl, the same age as me was renting out her apartment in Karakura Town, which wasn't too far from here, so I had taken that offer up.
I looked at the clock that was mounted on the dusty attic wall. "Oh goodness, is that the time?" I queried, seeing that it was four o' clock already. The taxi was coming to collect me at five. "Oh, you better be going then sweetheart," Mrs Yuko said, freeing me from her embrace.
"I'll see you soon, Mrs Yuko!" I waved, just about climb down the attic stairs.
"Nanako!" Mrs Yuko called, stopping me in my tracks. "Never be ashamed of your…gift," she said, with an anxious tone. I bit my lip and looked to the ground, "I know." I replied and climbed down the stairs.
Once I had arrived back at the orphanage I ran up to my room and grabbed my suitcase. I didn't have any other luggage apart from my harp, which had already been transferred into my new apartment. Just as I was about to leave, I had remembered what Mrs Yuko said. I walked over to my dresser and picked up a small pin I found amongst the dust. I put it to my skin and scratched it across its surface, leaving a trail of shimmering blood. I watched the mark intently as it slowly, slowly began to close up.
I sighed, "Gift, huh?"
I dropped the pin on the floor and rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
It seems I left out a tiny detail about myself.
…
I can't die.